“Her cunt is soaked mate, I think she really wants my cock now.” I gasped as he slid a finger under the elasticated leg of my panties and into my ...ussy. Like his cock, his fingers were thicker than my husband's and, when he added a second, felt like a small cock inside me. He started to work them deeper into me, pulling back then driving hard in over and over again. After a couple of minutes of fingering me, he pulled out and pulled the front of my panties down. Not fully down, just the front.. Something behind her snaps and she opens her eyes to realize she’d been standing there for quite a while, with her hand rested against the door. She slowly knocked on the door and waited. She heard a voice from inside yelling “Just a second! I’m on my way.” A few second later, the door comes open and he’s looking face to face at her. She can’t believe how gorgeous he looks. Like a picture on a magazine cover. His eyes gaze into hers and she can’t find the words to say anything except for hello.. Terrified, I reacted in a simple, primeval manner and lost control of myself, a stream of warm urine spurting out of me and quickly soaking through my pants before pooling in the plastic material of the seat below my now drenched backside. "Don't fuck me about, man - get moving! Hey, you haven't...?" His voice trailed away as his eyes sank down to take in my now soaking wet groin and an expression of amused revulsion flitted across his face. "That's disgusting," he laughed before going on to. Are you sure?"Angel took that hand and ran her own over it, front and back. Then she moved up her arm, cupping her hands into a sort of cuff to get all sides at once. Soon she was at her shoulder. She let her compare hands and arms. Again, the difference was striking. Without comment, she smiled and held out her other hand.While she was working on it, Angel got a mischievous gleam in her eye. "You know, mom, I could do your whole body. Give Daddy a thrill."Her mother gulped. "I ... I think we'd.